Poetry

Devin Allen

 

By

Renee Drummond-Brown

 

 

Accident Waiting To Happen

 

 

Observing colored ‘boyz’

I see

‘dem’

societies ploys

of a

spiral downfall

storm after storm

AFTER

THEIR STORMS

Who you ‘gonna’ call

Ghostbusters?

 

Wolves

are sure ‘callin’ ‘em’ by name(S)

“accidents WAITING to happen”

one by one

again and again

AND

AGAIN.

Can even

envision

my colored son’s,

not if,

but when…

When will his accident happen???

 

Seen a ‘lotta’

sons go down

black asphalt

paved grounds

bullet holes

yellow tape

Momma’s losing their natural minds!

Old lady in a shoe

LOST

so many sons

She knew NOT what to do…

Accident waiting to happen

to your son

and

mine too!

No nursery rhymes

For black momma’s

just ‘sum’ blues

WHAT

DO WE DO?

 

Coloreds fading away

In the

North,

East

South and West

I see them B.A.D. ‘boyz’

Pain(S)

crying shame(S)

thundering rain(S)

blame game(S)

Shhh…

 

I see a

two headed snake

bruise theirs heel(S)

I see an accident

up AND down

(DON’T MATTER)

their tiresome

mountain topped

hills.

 

Free at last

Free at last,

PLEASE

Freedom

done come

Be gone

And

Past!

For them;

their merely

Accidents WAITING to Happen

 

Where do they run?

Where do they hide?

The brownness

Shuns their cries

 

Elijah rock

For them

I SHOUT!

I’ve even

CALLED OUT

Ezekiel’s wheel

in the middle of a wheel,

without a doubt

 

John’s revelations of 7 seals

SCRIPTED

will reveal

Those accidents

WAITING to happen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do You Know the Way to Wall Street?

 

 

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

They come out

their gates

‘swanging’

Wall Street

in awe,

sophisticated cars,

gang ‘bangin’

3 piece suits

neck ties

designer shoes

and all.

Hair cuts

sharp as a tack,

white men dressed in black.

Tall,

handsome,

chauffeured

in fancy cars,

eating

none other

than the exquisite

‘CAVIAR’

 

Fatal attraction…

BULLSEYE,

targets

on their backs,

‘dem’

sweet ‘talkin’ babes

who strut their stuff

 in the midnight.

Honk; honk

hey

beep; beep

Do you know the way to Wall Street?

 

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

Hotels

Motels

Sugar Hill Gang

‘sang’

Holiday Inn,

If those wives ain’t acting right

It’s A OK

to take their street ‘walkin’ friends

But WATCH now,

you don’t

CATCH

a lil’

‘somethin’

‘somethin’

In the

‘END’

 

Blood on their hands

Deciding our fate

Federal Reserve Banks

value

 what these men

thINK

about our name

over

‘sum’

Scotch on the rocks,

lil’

Vodka too,

rum and coke

mixed ‘wit’

‘sum’ powder

will just

have to do

Do you know the way to Wall Street?

 

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

Gucci,

Louis Vuitton,

Versace,

are their wives

best friends.

Oh My,

did I forget

Ralph Lauren?

Oscar de la Renta,

Donna Karan too

Diamond rings

Fur coats

BLING; BLING!!!

Yeah

‘Dem’ wives

KNOW

 just what to do.

Really…

who’s ‘pimpin’ who?

Designer fragrances

are their faves,

Joy by Jean Patou

Michael Kors

Chloe’

Clive Christian-Imperial Majesty

Coco Chanel

and

lest we forget,

DKNY, Golden Delicious

whew!

“Who’s REALLY ‘playin’ who???”

JOKES ON YOU…

Oh,

almost forgot

Le’ dog

Lil’ Fluff’s

dog house

air conditioned,

built in spas

NON STOP…

THE

bells and whistles

yelp,

she gets hers;

she got it all.

Do You Know the Way to Wall Street?

 

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

Stock markets

up

Interest rates

down,

Dow

skyrockets

and

Lil’ Ms. Sallie Mae,

well you know

‘THE DEAL’,

she isn’t around.

Instead,

Ms. Stewart

takes a nose dive

for the good old’ ‘boys’

in town.

Things don’t go their way

they’ll

‘sho’ ‘nuff’,

take a bridge

before life gets their last say.

Do You Know the Way to Wall Street?

 

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

 ‘Boyz’, ‘toyz’

and lil’ ‘girlz’ on the side;

do you know the way to Wall street

and

can I hitch a ride?

3 lefts

NO RIGHTS

Stop at His light

There you are,

Wall street.

‘Somethin’

ain’t

quite right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Renee Drummond Brown

Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess/writer. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania and The Center for Urban Biblical Ministry (CUBM) with experience in creative writing. She is working on her fourth book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine (Liberian L. Review), Leaves of Ink Magazine, New Pittsburgh Courier, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine Magazine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”